Chapter 4 - The Midnight Collection
Camille watched in utter horror as Elena turned away from her, adjusting the silver train of her shimmering black gown.
Two senior dressers—who had endured Camille’s tyranny for years—immediately stepped forward with bright smiles, handing Elena a bouquet of white calla lilies and fixing her veil.
"You can't let her go out there in black!" Camille screamed as security officers blocked her path. "Vance Fashion House is built on traditional bridal couture! A black wedding gown will destroy our stock value!"
"My mother wore black when she founded this brand with my father thirty years ago," Elena said over her shoulder, her voice dropping into a chilling whisper. "You were so busy stealing my work that you never bothered to learn the history of the house you worked for."
Julian gestured to his security team. "Escort Miss Laurent to the administrative holding office. Strip her of her access badge immediately."
As two security officers grabbed Camille’s arms, she thrashed against them, her expensive suit tearing at the seam. "Mr. Vance! Please! I gave twenty years of my life to this brand! You can't replace me with a child!"
"You didn't give twenty years, Camille," Julian said coldly. "You stole twenty years of other people's credit."
Camille was dragged down the narrow service corridor, her frantic screams fading behind the heavy soundproof doors.
Elena took a deep, steady breath, holding her father's arm as they stepped through the velvet curtain onto the main Paris runway.
The spotlight hit them instantly. Hundreds of international fashion editors, high-net-worth buyers, and global media outlets fell into stunned silence as Elena glided down the catwalk in her glowing, constellation-embellished gown.
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Within seconds, the crowd erupted into a deafening standing ovation.
👉 Read Part 5 to see what the police found when they searched Camille's private design studio.
